FORVER YOUNG I WANNA BE FOREVER YOUNG

no me too I love yapping to ppl and let them yap back like yes please talk to me

i love shit talking on the phone like yes let me tell you how much i hate your ex

I KNEW ABOUT THIS FIC FIRST ME AND ADDIE HAVE BEEN OBSESSED WITH GEORGIA

Take Me To Paris

Georgia Amoore x Fem!Reader

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synopsis: your girlfriend finally takes you on a vacation! …to australia.

a/n: maybe i’ll do a part 2 in which y/n almost dies of spiders and snakes and georgia almost dies of americanness… we’ll see but anyways i hope you all enjoy!!!

Take Me To Paris - Lana Del Rey (Unreleased)

warnings: me desecrating australia, sorry y’all, um swearing, some kissing, mostly fluff, idk if this is normal but i sleep outside sometimes on the trampoline in my backyard so like… this is normal to me lol but idk, lmk if i missed anything!!

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You weren’t exactly scared of flying, more so just constantly aware of every little thing that can go wrong.

You can’t stop bouncing your leg, checking your phone every five seconds to make sure that it is in fact charging, you’ve rechecked your bag for your passport about 20 times, and you’re clutching your boarding pass so hard you’ve kinda crumpled it.

“Let me see your boarding pass.”

You hold out your hand to Georgia, who has been looking at you slightly concerned for the past hour, and she hands over the piece of paper wordlessly.

You scan the piece of paper, ensuring that, again, her name is on it, this is the right flight, and her seat is right next to yours.

You let out a deep breath before passing it back to her.

Everything will be fine. I’m calm. I’m so calm. It’s just a 16 hour flight.

Nevermind. You’re not calm.

“How do you do this?” You finally mutter, your bouncing leg coming to a standstill.

Your girlfriend, who is very annoyingly calm, looks up from her phone.

“Do what?”

“Like, planes. Travel. I just- are you sure it’s 16 hours?”

She smiles. “Yes, babe, I’m sure the flight I’ve taken a million times is 16 hours long.”

You let out a huff, putting your head into your hands. You’re sitting at one of those charging tables near your gate, waiting anxiously for them to finally start boarding, while Georgia stands next to you, completely unbothered.

She tuts and rubs your back. “I promise you’re going to be completely fine, yeah? You’re just psyching yourself out.”

“Okay,” you mumble, taking your head out of your hands to instead stare intently at the gate. You start cracking your knuckles absentmindedly, not even noticing you’re doing so until your girlfriend sets down her phone and grabs your hands.

“Darling, I love you very much so please don’t take this the wrong way.”

You shoot her a warning look.

“You need to calm the fuck down.”

You let go of her hands and scoff, trying to be mad at her, but she’s smiling at you- and her smile really is contagious. You never really believed it before, people having contagious smiles, and maybe you’re just in love with her, but whenever she smiles you follow soon after.

She tucks a stray piece of hair behind your ear, letting her fingers linger as you pointedly look away from her.

She rolls her eyes at your antics, but simply grabs your jaw and forces you to look at her other hand, now sticking her pinky out.

“I pinky promise that everything will be fine.”

“You’re a child.”

“Oh, babe,” she whispers, looking side to side. “Maybe don’t say that so loud.”

“Shut up.”

You try to hide your smile, mouth thinning into a line, but ends of your mouth curl up into a smile as she squeezes your cheeks together.

“Okay, pinky promise. I’ll even take your carry-on for you so you don’t have to worry.”

“Well, you were gonna do that anyways,” you tease.

“Probably,” she shrugs. “Stop. Pinky promise. Now.”

You sigh dramatically but interlock her finger with yours.

“Okay, now, pinky promise you’ll calm the fuck down, yeah?”

“I pinky promise, or whatever.”

She tugs you towards her with the hand still on your jaw, pressing a quick kiss to your cheek- she lingers, for just a second.

“Love you.”

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You recheck your ticket for the same time, confirming this is the right seat.

“You want middle or aisle, babe?”

You had decided to check your bags for this flight, so Georgia is carrying both her backpack and yours, while also holding your hand through the aisles- it’s honestly pretty impressive.

“Would it be weird if I said middle?”

“Nah,” she shrugs, gesturing for you to climb into the middle seat.

You sit down, smiling politely at the man in the window seat, immediately putting up the hand rest in between you and Georgia- ignoring her smile as she sits down next to you. She starts to put your bags under the seats, but you grab yours.

You rifle through it one more time, laying eyes on your passport, your wallet, your phone charger, your book, and every other little thing before feeling calm enough to zip it up and stuff it under the seat in front of you.

“Okay,” you mumble. “I’m ready.”

Georgia gives you that same concerned look she’s been giving you ever since you got to the airport.

“Are you, like, scared of flying or something?”

“No,” you roll your eyes. “Traveling just makes me nervous. And it’s sixteen hours.”

“You’re gonna sleep for most of it,” she dismisses, grabbing your hand and squeezing it.

You let out a sarcastic laugh. “There’s no way I can fall asleep.”

She smiles at you, and you stare right back, completely serious.

“Nah, you’ll fall asleep.”

“Nah,” you echo, “I won’t.”

“C’mere,” she says, wrapping her arm around you so you can rest your head on her shoulder, kind of awkwardly- but her touch and her smell is comforting. You force your eyes shut, taking a deep breath. “There we go, darling,” she mumbles, pressing a kiss to your head, leaving her lips there to breathe you in fire a second. “Much better.”

She settles back into her own seat, putting her Airpods in and taking out her phone.

You open your eyes and stare straight ahead at the blue seat in front of you.

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“I seriously cannot believe you didn’t sleep that entire flight.”

You’re oddly wide awake right now. Maybe it’s just the excitement of finally being off of the airplane, or being in a brand new place- it feels different here. The air feels thicker- more humid?

“Wait, what time is it here?” You ask, seeing nothing but gaping blackness outside the huge windows of the gate.

Georgia looks at her phone, her arm looped tightly with yours as if you’re going to collapse from exhaustion at any moment.

“12:31.”

You frown, feeling slightly disoriented- maybe you should have slept. It’s not like you didn’t try, though. You squeezed your eyes shut for what felt like entire hours, you forced Georgia to run her hands through your hair, you listened to the most calming songs you could think of, and you simply stayed awake.

Georgia fell asleep an hour into the flight, though, and you tried to be angry at her… but eventually gave up and just let her lay practically on top of you. Which was quite a feat in economy class on an airplane, really.

“Where are we going, then?”

Georgia looked at you oddly, again very concerned- you felt kinda guilty for how worried she seems to be over you.

“We got a hotel in Melbourne for tonight, remember? ‘Cause our plane landed at midnight, and it’s an hour and a half drive to Balarat, yeah?”

The memories finally click in your brain.

“Ohhhh, yeah,” you nod. “I remember now.”

Georgia tugs you along, walking faster through the terminal. “Let’s get our bags and let’s get you into a bed. You’re kinda scaring me.”

She looks at you out of the corner of her eye.

“You didn’t sleep at all? Like, not even for a few minutes?”

“No,” you shrug.

She shakes her head. “There’s something wrong with you.”

“Oh, okay,” you hum, tugging your arm away from hers. “You can sleep on the floor tonight.”

She grabs your hand and tugs you right back over to her.

“Yeah, that’ll happen.”

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“Oh, my God, look up, babe.”

“Huh?” You ask, tearing your eyes away from the sidewalk. You had successfully gotten your bags and a taxi to the hotel, and you were now walking along the sidewalk to the huge doors.

“Why are you staring at the ground?”

Your suitcase gets stuck on a crack, and you tug it forward. Maybe it’s because a bed is so close now, but exhaustion is really staring to set in. All you can think about is literally throwing yourself into the bed, dragging Georgia down with you, and collapsing.

“Watching for snakes and spiders.”

“You’re not serious.”

“Um, yes, I am. Australia is dangerous as fuck. Snakes, spiders, dingos, kangaroos, sharks, crocodiles, giant fucking bats? I’m not taking risks.”

“This is fucking Melbourne, not the bush.”

“What’s the bush?”

She stops and looks up at you.

“I need you to tone down the American-ness by, like, 10 please.”

“Okay, sorry,” you huff, smile crawling onto your face, the automatic doors of the hotel sliding open. “Not my fault the only thing I know about Australia is ‘G’day, mate. I’m from down under, yeah? Kangaroos and dingo babies-’”

“I will give you money to shut up.”

“Ooh, how much?”

“Whatever you want, just please, please, for the love of God stop doing that horrible accent,”

“It’s a wonderful accent,” you fake pout.

“It’s like nails on a chalkboard. I’m being so for real.”

“Whatever,” you shrug. “Can we go see kangaroos, by the way? Like I just want to go stare at kangaroos. I want to know that they’re really real, y’know?”

“Jesus Christ- you know what? Sure. We’ll go see kangaroos.”

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“Oh, this place is nice,” you smile, dragging your suitcase into the room and shoving it in the empty space next to the bed.

“Oh no,” Georgia frowns, staring at the bed. “I must have booked it wrong, there’s only one bed.”

“Aw, that sucks.” You sit down, kicking off your shoes and throwing yourself back onto the bed. “Have fun on the floor.”

“Can we just put a pillow between us?” She asks, trying to play along with the joke but already smiling as she lays next to you on her stomach, her own shoes falling to the floor.

“No, sorry. I just feel really uncomfortable sleeping with you, seeing as you… like girls and all, and I just… I don’t support that, sorry. I don’t want to catch it from you.”

“Really?” She smiles, crawling towards you. “You’re sure you don’t like girls? Not even a little bit?”

She hovers over you, hands planted next to your head, and you wrap your arms around her neck.

“I’m so straight I actually don’t even look at girls.”

She presses a quick kiss to your lips.

You gasp but make no move to push her away. “You just assaulted me.”

“You can assault me right back, baby.”

“Disgusting,” you groan, before sliding one of your hands down to her face to push her towards you, kissing her long and slow.

She adjusts herself so her legs are now in between yours, her hand drifting down to grab at your thigh and wrap it around her waist, pulling you even closer to her, until suddenly you’re barely even kissing her, just kind of languidly going through the motions as you eyes drift shut, her comforting weight above you.

“You’re so pretty,” she murmurs, finally pulling away for air but immediately trailing kiss down your cheek and jawline to your neck.

You turn your head to the side, yawning as you do so, letting her hand squeeze your thigh and her kisses turn into the faintest marks-

“Look! There’s a balcony!”

You try to push her away from you and sit up, but she gives you a bored look.

“I’m on top of you right now and you want to go see the balcony?”

“Yeah..? You’ll be fine,” you shrug, managing to maneuver yourself out from under her, running over to the sliding glass door and pressing your face against it.

Melbourne is spread out before you. Well, more so in the distance, you’re kinda just outside of Melbourne. There’s a few bright lights even at this hour, and you can see the faintest glimpse of the balcony-

“Aww, there’s a little couch out there!”

Calling it a couch was probably making someone roll over in their grave. It was just a two person chair made out of wicker, with a thin red cushion on it. It looked uncomfortable.

Your eyes drifted up to the stars.

“C’mon,” you urge Georgia, turning around to find her waiting for you on the bed, laying on her side with her head propped up. You start tugging the blanket off of the bed, ignoring the way she exclaims in mock outrage.

“The fuck are you doin’?”

“I want to sit outside,” you explain, switching tactics and instead grabbing her hand, trying to tug her up- but she packs a lot of muscle in that body, and you can only get her to move a few inches before she braces herself and you’re stuck.

“It’s 1 in the morning?” She says, eyebrows furrowed as she looks out at the balcony.

“Yeah,” you deadpan. “The stars are out.”

She sighs.

“You really want to go out there?”

You tug on her again.

“Yes, Georgia, please come with me. I need someone to protect me from giant bats. Also, what if I see a giant spider, have a heart attack, and die right in front of you?”

She looks into your eyes.

“Please, Georgia.”

“I do like it when you say please like that,” she sighs, corners of her mouth ticking up into a smile. You grin and place a kiss onto the back of her hand.

“Please, please, please, please Georgia, my talented sexy girlfriend, will you please sit outside with me?”

“Fine,” she groans with a smile, letting you tug her up and gather the blanket in your arms. She opens the sliding glass door and gestures you through it, of course not letting you pass by her without smacking your ass.

She goes to the edge of the balcony, leaning against it and looking out down below to the street.

“It’s cold,” she groans.

You’ve already situated yourself in the somewhat uncomfortable chair, blanket spread out over you, a perfect view of the stars in front of you- the only thing missing is your girlfriend.

“That’s why I brought the blanket, duh.”

“Smart-ass,” she teases, and you smile and open up the blanket for her. “Sure you’re comfortable being so close to me? Sharing a blanket?”

“Shut up, Georgia.”

“Yes, ma’am,” she mumbles, mocking you under her breath, but when she finally puts her arms around you any bratty comeback in your head disappears.

Her arm is around your shoulders, your head is leaning against hers, your legs intertwined under the blanket.

“I love you,” you mumble, also letting out a yawn.

She turns her head towards you, that signature big smile taking up her entire face. She presses a kiss so softly to your hairline you think there’s no possible way she could show you she loves you more.

She lets her lips linger. That’s how you know she loves you. She’s always lingering around you- chasing after your hand when you let go, kissing you too hard and immediately going back in for more, hugging you for what could arguably be called too long- she never wants to let go of you.

“Love you too,” she finally replies. One of your arms finds it’s way around her neck, hand playing with the back of her hair, her humming softly in approval. “I wanna spend everyday like this.”

You laugh a little. “Me asleep on my feet, stressed the fuck out, annoying you about Australia in a random hotel in Melbourne?”

“I mean I wanna spend everyday with you. Doing something new everyday. Even if you annoy me about Australia.”

“Aw, mate, you’re so sweet,” you reply with a small smile. She seems to choose to ignore you, and you decide to be nice and drop the accent. “I want to do everything with you. Except, maybe somewhere with less giant flying bats. How about Paris?”

“Giant fucking bats,” she mumbles to herself, blowing out air. “Where the fuck are you getting that- y’know, nevermind. Yeah, let’s go to Paris.”

“Yay,” you mumble, yawning again as you close your eyes, the pretty stars shining behind your eyes.

“Baby,” Georgia starts after a second, very softly, caressing your face to keep you awake. “I’m not sleeping out here.”

You roll your eyes. “Fine,” you mumble, kicking your leg out. “We’d be fine though. But, if the big bad Aussie girl is scared of sleeping outside, that’s fine.”

“Okay,” she says, seemingly offended even as she helps you up, grabs the blanket and keeps you close to her. “I’m not scared, babe. I just want to sleep in an actual bed.”

“Sure,” you hum, throwing yourself onto the bed and feeling Georgia lovingly place the blanket over you before climbing in beside you.

She rests her head on your chest, and everything feels so good and so right you yawn one final time, eyes shutting in a way that you know they’re not opening again.

“Goodnight,” you whisper.

She kisses the bare skin of your chest, letting her lips linger.

“Goodnight, pretty girl.”

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Bro I was bawling too girl Billy pissed me off at times but I loved him and everyone’s reactions and shit omfg

who was gonna tell me that season 5 episode 12 of all american was pure depression

i didnt stop crying that entire episode hello

I’m IN LOVE with your Nika content. Maybe I’ve seen too many edits where she looks pissed but would you maybe ever write something about her being more rough with you for the first time ?🫢🫣

wc: 1.4k warnings: pure filth below, pissed off nika, strap on usage r!receiving but nika still getting off, sucking the strap, overstimulation, rough handling, biting, cursing, boobs! pairings: nika x fem!reader

Nika’s hands held a firm grip on your ass as she kissed you hard. You barely had time to ask why she looked so pissed off before she was on you. You couldn’t complain, though, not when she trailed down to your neck and nipped at it with her teeth.

She elicited a groan from you and it only made her grip on your ass tighten. Surely you would wake up the next morning with bruises in the shape of fingerprints from how hard she was holding you.

Her teeth sunk into the sweet spot on your neck and you sucked in a sharp breath. “Nika,” you mumbled. She ignored you and continued her assault on your skin, leaving bite marks all over your neck.

You gently pushed her off of you and her eyes immediately met yours. They were usually soft and filled with affection for you, but right now they only looked lustful and pissed.

After starting at her for a moment, you shook your head and lifted your shirt off and threw it to the ground. Nika moved forward and reconnected her lips to your neck, slowly making her way down to your collarbone.

Her hands slipped underneath your thighs and lifted you up. You gasped at her actions and quickly wrapped your arms around her neck and your legs around her waist for stability even though she was strong and you knew she could carry you easily.

Her lips were attached to your neck as she slowly carried you into your bedroom. She sat you on the edge of the bed and looked down at you before practically ripping your bra off.

She eyed your chest and bit her bottom lip before speaking. “Strip, I’ll be back.” She said firmly before turning around and walking to her bedroom.

You were a little confused, but knew better than to disobey her right now, so you stripped into nothing. You discarded your clothes on the floor and sat there waiting for Nika to return.

Once she finally walked back into the room, your lips parted and eyes widened. She was fully naked, like you, except for the harness with a strap on around her waist.

“Nika-“ you breathed out as she walked over to you and grabbed your chin.

“Hm?” Her grip was strong on your face. Her thumb ran over your lip and she spoke hoarsely. “Open.” You obeyed and she placed her thumb on your tongue. You closed your mouth around it and sucked for a second before she pulled it out.

She gathered a handful of your hair and pushed you down off the bed and onto your knees. You looked at the fake dick hanging from her waist. It wasn’t huge, but it wasn’t small by any means; it was probably the biggest thing you were going to take.

Your eyes darted up to hers and she saw the concerned look in them. Her face softened and her hand fell to caress your jaw. “If you don’t want this, we don’t have to do it.” Her thumb stroked your cheek. “But if you do, I’m not holding back, bebo.”

You swallowed nervously and nodded. “Okay.”

Nika nodded back at you before leaning down and pressing a kiss to your head. Her one hand gripped your hair while the other held the base of the strap. She tapped the tip of it against your lips.

You opened your mouth and she slid it in. A small groan left her lips at the sight of you about to suck her off. She thrusted forward slowly and your hands reached around her thighs for support.

She hit the back of your throat, making you gag, and she cursed under her breath. That finally set her off. She started slowly fucking your face with the strap. The tip hit the back of your throat over and over, and although it was something you weren’t used to, you felt heat pooling at your pussy.

Tears pricked at your eyes and you gazed up at her. She pulled the strap out of your mouth and you let out a deep breath. She wasn’t finished, though. She pulled you up to her before pushing you onto your back on the bed.

You scooted back and she crawled onto the bed after you, leaning on her knees. She took the strap and tapped it against your clit. You moaned and bucked your hips a little. Without warning, she lined herself up with you and slid it into your cunt.

You threw your head back against the pillow at the sensation of her being in you. It burned, but it burned good. She moved slowly at first, letting you adjust, but she was getting as needy as you were.

The base of the strap was hitting her clit perfectly. Her thrusts quickly picked up and she leaned over you. Her hands gripped your tits for support, and you cried out at the touch.

Your arms flung around her neck and scratched at the base of it. She leaned down further, her hand landing near your ear as she pounded into you. She groaned at the noises you were making, and felt herself getting closer to cumming.

You were on a whole other planet at this point. She was fucking you relentlessly and you felt the knot in your stomach tightening. “Fuck, Nika I’m- I’m gonna cum.” You whined, your words flowing right into her ear.

She reached down with one of her hands and rubbed small circles on your clit. You threw your head back and arched your body up into hers. The both of you were getting close to finishing. Nika’s hits jutted against yours erratically as her core tensed up.

The strap wasn’t doing much for her pleasure anymore, but your consistent whines and pleads were incredibly close to finishing her off. With a few more thrusts of her dick and circles on your clit, you came, her name spilling out of your mouth.

This sent her over the edge. She kept thrusting into you, but she slowed her pace to allow for you to both ride our your highs. She smashed her lips back onto yours and you kissed her dazedly.

She wasn’t finished with you, though. After you had caught your breath, she flipped you to be on top of her, the strap still in your dripping cunt. You gasped when she thrusted up into you.

“Nika I- I can’t.” You muttered through heavy breaths as she pumped in and out of you.

Her hands tightly gripped your ass and helped bounce you on the strap. “Yes you can.” She growled and you threw your head back. Tears pricked at your eyes, but you took over, moving yourself up and down.

You were incredibly sensitive, and so was she, so it didn’t take long for the knots in your cores to build back up again. The sound of your ass hitting her legs while you fucked yourself on the strap made Nika shudder.

“Just like that.” She bit her bottom lip and thrusted up into you. A few tears ran down your face at the feeling, and you swore you saw God as you came again.

Nika kept going, she was greedy and needed to cum again. You were so overstimulated and fucked out, but you refused to deny her another orgasm. With another few thrusts, she came with a loud moan, her grip on your ass incredibly bruising.

You came again and your body slumped. Your chest fell onto hers and you pleaded in her ear. “No more, please.”

She nodded and gently pulled out of you, a small gasp coming from your lips at the empty sensation. She shuffled out of the strap and tossed it onto the floor next to your bed.

Her hands ran up your spine and she rubbed your back soothingly. “Are you okay? Was it too much?” She whispered in your ear, the soft Croatian girl you usually knew coming back.

You shook your head. “No, no, I’m okay. I just..” You kissed her neck softly and she hummed. “I’ve never felt that fucking good before.”

She laughed into your ear and smiled. You spoke again. “Maybe I should get you pissed off more often if it’s gonna end up like this.”

She gripped your sides and you yelped. “Don’t even think about it.” She husked against your ear, earring a small giggle from your lips.

your thoughts on Caitlin clark?

Honestly I don’t know much about her, besides the fact that her boyfriend is openly racist and makes rude comments about Angel Reese. I do know there’s a video circling the internet of her in the shower which is disgusting to me.

I don’t support her or hate on her I just think that she has a big platform and should use it to help others instead of staying quiet.

Her hands….. that’s all

Me and Addie playing Minecraft for 4 hours instead of writing MY BAD GUYS @star-girl69

Ending Game

Paige Bueckers x Fem

Synopsis: Your girlfriend of two years Paige had a game today and took her anxiety and stress out on you not knowing what would happen next after the game.

Today was one of the most important games for UConn’s woman’s basketball team, if they won this game they would make it to the Final Four. Paige finally being able to play after a year of dealing with her torn ACL and psychical therapy was beyond anxious for this game, she just wanted to prove she was still as good as before.

Waking up before you Paige moves out of bed quietly not wanting to wake you, she needed some alone time in the gym before the game. She didn’t bother to leave a note, or a text just leaving you alone while she went down to the gym.

You moan softly turning over in bed extending your arm out expecting Paige to be there, instead you feel an empty cold space next to you. Frowning you open your eyes squinting at the light shining from the window, brightening up the room. Grabbing your phone from the bedside table you check your notifications, not seeing any from her. You sigh calling Paige, going straight to voicemail, calling again the same happens, sighing you get up from bed and go to the bathroom to shower and get ready.

As the water runs down your body, the heat filling your senses you don’t hear the door to your apartment opening and Paige coming back inside sweating from the gym. The door to the bathroom opens abruptly and you scream before realizing it’s just your girlfriend “Shit Paige I thought someone broke in you scared me” you breathe out laughing a bit, smiling at the girl.

“Yo I need the shower come on I got a game and I need to go in a hour” Paige rolls her eyes at you anxious just wanting to get this game over with. You nod at her words and turn the water off slowly stepping out, you wrapping a towel around yourself.

Turning your head you watch Paige strip from her clothes getting into the shower making the are cold. Biting your lip you frown “Are you okay P? If you need anything you know I’m here for you” you tell her smiling slightly. She groans “I need peace and quiet you talk too much all the time just shut up” she says closing the the curtain, your heart drops and you let out a quiet ‘oh’ before walking out and closing the door softly.

You leave the apartment and drive down to the park with your favorite book in hand. Not wanting to bother Paige more, you thought it was best to leave her be, deciding to just meet her at her game in the afternoon.

Paige doesn’t think about you for the rest of the morning, she didn’t text you before the game because she forgot too focused on her self to realize how bad she treated you this morning. The team gets together with Geno and they learn the plays before getting back on the court. Geno didn’t sub Paige in until the third quarter, finally on the court for the first time since her injury Paige shines. She scored over and over helping her team with assists, while the crowds go wild for her, the smile on her face and look in her eye showed she was back.

Closing your book from the park bench you get up grabbing your keys released the game started a few minutes ago. Sighing you rush back down to your car checking your phone for any notifications from your girlfriend. You frown not seeing any, you didn’t know what you did wrong, why she was so mad. You didn’t understand, she was supposed to love you and today she woke up cold and you didn’t know what to think anymore.

Speeding slightly down the street trying to get to Uconn as fast you can, to not miss any more time from the game. You pick up your phone and call Paige, the call going straight to voicemail again.

“Hey Paige I know I’m late to your game, don’t hate me I’m sorry. I know you’re mad at me right now and I don’t know what I did but I’m sorry. I love you so much and I know after everything you went through you’re gonna do great today and I’m on my way. I don’t understand why you were so mean to me today. Anyways sorry Paige I love-“

Before you can finish your sentence to Paige a car slams into the drivers seat of your car from where you were driving. The world went white and all you could think about was Paige and how she treated you today, and how much you loved her.

UConn won the game with Paige scoring the winning shot, the team celebrates huffing each out on the court. That’s when Paige suddenly remembers you, she looks around at the stands not seeing you anywhere. Confused she goes to her bag grabbing she phone notice a voice message from you, and then a call from your mother.

Furrowing her brows she covers one of her ears with her hand and puts the phone to her other ear. She hears your voice and smiles a pit in her stomach forming at the thought of how she treated you this morning. Paige felt so bad just wanting to apologize to you she hears you scream in the voice message your voice getting cut up and the sound of a crash, and you mumbling her name.

Her heart pounds in her chest and she stops breathing for a moment before pressing on your mom’s contact. Paige’s heart skips as best and her she starts breathing fast, her lungs aching for air, before running off the court dropping her phone in the process. She gets in her car, hands shaking as she steps on the gas driving to the nearest hospital.

She didn’t hear most of what your mom said only making out the words crash, hospital and your mom’s crying. Speeding down the streets she makes it to the hospital not bothering to park her car before running inside. Spotting your mom she runs up to her “Wh-what? What going on?” Paige’s rushes out looking at your mom sobbing on the seats of the hospital chair.

The doctor comes over a sickening look on his face “Are you Paige?” he asks looking up at the blonde girl.

Paige nods “Yes? Can you tell me what’s going on?” she asks her voice wavering slightly. The doctor nods and motions Paige to sit down, she sits down and looks at the doctor expectantly.

“Y/N got into a car crash by the time the ambulance got to her the injury’s were extreme. We tried our best and she was asking about you when she was awake, said your name over and over before-“ The doctor starts to say before he gets interrupted.

Paige’s heart drops to her stomach “She what? She said my name? Where is she? Is she okay?” she asks all at once just wanting to see you again, scared for you.

The doctor shakes his head “I’m so sorry she didn’t make it” he informs her before going into his pocket pulling out a necklace “She wouldn’t let go of this even when her heart stopped she didn’t let go” he says handing Paige the necklace you wore and never took off since the moment she gave it to you.

Paige lets out a sob grabbing the necklace from his hands before hugging it close to her chest. She couldn’t breathe it felt like she drowning, the way she treated you to today was all she could think of. The last thing she said to you was to shut up, when all you wanted to do was help her.

You were gone, the only girl Paige ever loved, just like that one crash, one mistake and your gone just like that. You’re dead, you died knowing the last thing your girlfriend said to you was to shut up. You died trying to say you loved her, and she heard it. She heard your scream before the voicemail ended, she heard you mumble her name calling out to her.

Paige had so much left to say to you, to apologize to hug you and kiss you and tell you she loved you. But it’s all gone, your gone and there nothing she can do but blame herself. You died thinking she was mad at you, you died confused and alone and scared just wanting to be loved by her. You died coming to her, you died holding the necklace she gave you, you died calling out her name. You died thinking she was mad at you, you died alone.

Im so sorry…

I made myself cry writing this

Paige in that god damn bucket hat turns me on in a way that is bad for feminism

I was looking for a certain gif to make and I found this gem in my camera roll...

I’m unwell nobody speak to me

bae the new laila fic... u are keeping me alive and fed

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